Pockets Full of Posies

Flutter Valley: a grand flower kingdom
of blues and pinks and floral scents, teeming
with life; bury the seed, and from that sprout
may come the beauty of foal’s breath come morn’.

Water as clear as crystal ice, flowing
between such lush pastures: lilies, poppies
and roses too. Pink mountain caps looming
above like coral earthen walls, so strong.

And there, the queen, Rosedust, overlooking
castles of petals and sweet morning dew,
shiny horseshoe grasping such blessed seeds,
singing the magic song to grow her home.

(And Fluttershy to herself thinks: yellow
and pink body, like mine, like me, oh gosh.)

The sunlight dies on the next page, shadows
of ink overtaking the bright blue hues,
purple and black. Then, bracken shielding them
from the oncoming storm. Then, nothing else.

Blank.